Dear her,

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you now, I’ve loved you before, and I will always love you. No matter what happens, you will always hold a part of my heart.

You’ve been so many of my firsts. You’ve been so incredibly important in my life, I don’t think you’ll ever realize it.

So thank you. For everything. For being amazing sometimes, like a dream. For helping me learn. For helping me grow.

Neither of us is perfect, and we both know that. And the idea of “us” isn’t perfect either. But I love you, and I know you love me. And I think we can work through a lot.

Because when I think we’re breaking, when I think we might be falling apart, I remember why I love you. I remember how perfect we can be.

All our real fights are over text. I think that’s because when you’re in front of me, when I see you and all your flaws, I can’t bring myself to be angry. The one time I was, you texted and said sorry.

Sometimes I feel like you’re killing me. Like I’m losing myself trying to love you. But everything has its ups and downs, its shadows and light. So I think the only time I will have really lost myself is if I left you.

Love,

Me

I don’t know why I wrote this…

I doubt I’ll ever send it to her, cause I totally effed up a “love letter.” Gosh, imagine getting this on Valentines Day.

Anyway, I just wanted to write everything I felt about her, and remind future me that all my depressing/angry poems about her aren’t how I really feel.

And if you actually read all this (me spewing out garbage), I feel bad for you.